The best way I can describe a flat is to think of a river like one of those big switchback style stairways you’ll find in a tall office building. As you walk up the first flight, you are like steelhead swimming upstream through the rapids.
The closer the plug got, the slower I reeled. When a lethargic, steady tug drew my line tight, I set the hook. The fight was on. Instantly a bright coho cartwheeled into the air, wasting no time spinning and twisting the moment he hit the water.